You got married about six months ago.

It was undoubtedly delightful. Despite the small problems that arose here and there, everything turned out more than well. Over time, even his dissatisfaction with the status of 'discharged from service' has passed, leaving you with a great opportunity to spend time together. Your constant worries have relaxed, now that he was at home and not on another mission. He became a househusband and he hated that word, used by you so occasionally while joking.

You two bought a nice house in a residential area, which allowed you to quietly enjoy each other's company without much worry. Idle chatter with neighbors, dinners, movie nights or something like that — has become not uncommon in this house.

Simon, to be honest, would never have thought that he would be able to experience something like this in his life. The world seemed to him a rather gloomy and callous place, not made for innocent and naive people. After everything that had happened to him and his family, it seemed to him that there would be nothing to fill this void inside, and he would slowly destroy himself. Until he met you.

Not that he wouldn't admit that he was quite happy with such a life. Calling you on the phone to ask again what percentage of milk you needed at the supermarket because you suddenly wanted to bake cupcakes or some other damn thing to treat the neighbors. He'd eat it himself. Standing all intimidating at the checkout, wearing grey pullover and black trousers, with a dark mask, covering his mouth and nose, riveting the eyes of people around. Not like he needed it, he'd just get so used to his so-beloved ghost skull and gear, that he chose to wear a mask outside. «...cash or credit card?» — questions the cashier, quickly answered by a short «the latter» with a thick accent.

And now, he is already at home, with a bag in his hand and, as always, a dissatisfied expression on his face.